For A New Friend

in memory of Celeste

Birthday: May 2nd

Written on November 3, 2020:

A few weeks ago one night your name came to mind, although I had not heard much about you most recently. I decided to add you as a friend on Facebook that night as I had heard of you as a great friend, an older sister kind of person to my husband who worked with you, that you wished me well when I wasn’t well, that you could understand, although we did not speak personally. I typed your name in the search on Facebook and sent a request.

Soon after, you accepted it, and sent me a message through Messenger. You made a joke and gave me a nice nickname, ‘little lady,’ and there was a feeling that we had been friends for years or as if I had been your sister. You were close in age to my own sister, and I had heard how you were active about outwardly protecting people who were mistreated in some way as my own sister has been toward me.

Wednesday morning, I received your message from the night before after I had gone to bed, and I wrote back what I had been doing that morning. You responded saying it sounded cool, you had done much of the same thing, and that you had had a bad day the day before and had not gone to work, with an emoticon that had a look of surprise but didn’t seem painful. 

(I was thinking if I should ask what happened, that I wanted to hear, but I thought at the time it can be off-putting to ask personal questions to someone you’ve just met.)

So I said ‘Aw I am sorry to hear that, hope today was better, feel free to talk about it if you’d like, either way is fine.’

You said ‘Thank you. I appreciate that.’

I placed a heart on that message. 

I was looking forward to talking again. I thought I’d message you again Friday some time in the early evening after you were out of work. 

I thought of you on Thursday before lunchtime, a thought came to mind—if you were online or had gone to work. I saw your name in Messenger and saw you had not been online, and I wasn’t on Facebook after that, had lunch, and Thursday night, I hosted a Facebook live yoga class.

Friday morning, I made a cup of black tea with almond milk, which I poured into a ceramic pitcher and into a cup, a pitcher from a tea set my grandmother gave me that I hadn’t used in years, and I thought of my Grandma very much when I drank it. 

Sometime when I first moved to Massachusetts, my grandma gave me the tea set with the beautiful gold-trimmed multi-colored floral white porcelain cups I use often. I hadn’t enjoyed black tea in a very long time, hadn’t been in the mood for it, but when I began to drink it, I remembered my grandma drinking black tea with milk and sugar, while I had my green, talking together at her kitchen table in Brooklyn. I was grateful I had the tea set now as another thing that reminded me of her. 

A thought came that from what I’d heard of you, along with my own sister, you reminded me of an earthier version of my grandmother and closer to my age, with a kind of genuine care for other people that she had.

I felt happy when I thought that I would message you and ask how your day had been, some time in the conversation I thought I might ask if you’d listened to music recently or what kind you liked.

Friday morning, just before lunch I received a phone call from my husband whose voice sounded filled with tears. I knew then someone had died and sensed that recognizable heaviness of the air before a storm. It was you who had died. I was shocked and cried instantly. I had only spoken to you once through text—the tragic news crushed me then as if something heavy had landed on me and would not be lifted.

I found out that you had died Thursday afternoon, the day after we talked on Messenger. 

I checked my Facebook Messenger. I felt it couldn’t be true. It still said we were friends, the messages were still there and it showed when you were last active. I discovered you had last been online when I was having lunch Thursday, and that you had deactivated your Facebook at that time. I know you had had a bad day on Tuesday, but I never knew what had happened then or on the day you died. I didn’t know you well personally, and I did not think I wouldn’t be able to know you better. 

I read these lines the day after, which I had written on Tuesday morning of your bad day and added you as a friend that night, although they were unconnected:

You don’t have to hide from the dark. Be within it. Feel it. Cry if tears come. See a star appear, blurry—it will still gleam. And then listen to the singing of angels. You may not immediately smile. You may still be in the dark. But you will have heard them.

I am sad that I did not get to ask how your day had been or make a joke of my own. I am sad that I did not get to ask what kind of music you liked. I am sad for all those who loved you.

flower found, photoed, Apr. 2, ’22
More flowers found. After I’d just taken these photos in honor of Celeste, today, Apr. 2nd, my husband Dan told me that Celeste had loved plants and gardening and had spent time finding peace and solace in her garden.

Last night, a few weeks after you left this world, I saw you in my dream. You were not wearing a construction hat, you looked the same as I’d seen, but your face was glowing like I’d never seen a person glow on earth. There was an indescribable light in your eyes and you were smiling, peacefully happy. I might have asked what music you liked as you said in the dream, “U2.” The joy was clear in your voice.

I woke with the song “One Tree Hill” in my head. I’d only discovered the name of it when I looked up some of the lyrics. Here are a few lines from that song:

“You run like a river
On like a sea
You run like a river
Runs to the sea
And in the world
A heart of darkness
A fire zone
Where poets speak their heart
Then bleed for it.

I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill”

Reflecting on the dream again, I could’ve also said, ”You look beautiful,” and you could have said, “You too.” I imagined the angels are singing to you. I imagine we still hear them from here among the ones on earth.

10 responses to “For A New Friend”

  1. Jade this is the second time I’m commenting on this post. The feeling I get from it is just as fresh as the first time I read it. It’s so beautifully written I don’t even have the right words to describe the feeling. It is a very loving tribute to Celeste and shows what two beautiful people you both are. For two people to connect that quickly and that strongly online is very special. This is a testament as to how wonderful a friendship can be no matter how short it is.
    I don’t know Celeste but I do know she’d love this. ❤️

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